The Hound of ...er...Beijing? (Not quite the same, is it?)

Oh dear....

 

There was a tray in the wardrobe in my hotel..."Place your shoes outside your door for shoeshine" - so I put mine out.

 

I sat in the bath and thought - "Oh my God!! Sir Henry in 'The Hound of the Baskervilles!' " What if someone stole one of my shoes and gave it to a BEAST to sniff...and then, tomorrow as I walked (limped / hobbled) to the plane, a giant BEAST - half hound, quarter diseased pig and quarter deformed & rabid rat - came bounding across the tarmac to eat me alive? As I tried to scuttle off, I'd slip on all the spit (loads of last minute stuff, before they board the plane, it's disgusting!!) and be savaged!!! And the BEAST would run off with my ipad & special British flag keyring!!!

 

But just as the fear bubbles were coming up through the water (!) there was a knock at the door...I rushed to it, in my robe...and there was a young lady holding the tray with my shiny shoes on it!! A cup of tea & some toast would have been nice, too - and she could have been wearing an orange mac & smiling in a certain way...but, hey ho, the shoes were the next best thing...

 

Only when I closed the door did I realise...the bathrobe isn't the best fitting I've ever had - barely covers my rippling muscles - and it...well...didn't quite meet up / overlap in the middle, where I'd hurridly tied it...and I wondered if....she'd seen....

 

Oh dear....I think she must have....